A warm hand covers the forehead,
Bare and pale.
A warm smile
Lightens up the room
And speaks more than words can express,
The love for a helpless lamb .
The kid learns to walk,
Held afloat by the invisible strings of patience
And the helping hands of anticipation.
But as life takes its turn,
The teenager walks away from the hand that
The Mother still awaits,
Anticipating his return though the signs point to
Like his replies every reunion invitation.
“I’ve got my own kids now,”
He said as an excuse (with hope of understanding).
And the Mother does understand,
Without a shred of complaint,
She lets her son carry on on his
Journey of life.
For she realised that you don’t learn to walk
Just to stay in the same place.
And when the son realised he needed
To feel his Mother’s warm embrace
His mother’s arms were already open
Jaime Ng (3 Truth)